Naruto: I'm Nine-Tails and My Host is Kushina

With Konan gone, Nagato had nothing left to lose.

Channeling the Asura Path's power, he summoned a rocket launcher and fired it at Hanzo the Salamander.

Boom!

Hanzo's eyes widened in disbelief.

Was this some kind of advanced machinery? A ninja wielding technology like this?

Did all Rinnegan users tread the path of mechanical warfare?

Whispers of futuristic weapons in distant tales paled in comparison.

The Asura Path had transformed Nagato into a master of destruction.

The rocket's power was immense.

Even Hanzo, the demigod of the ninja world, didn't dare face it head-on.

Fortunately, his Body Flicker Jutsu let him vanish in an instant.

Rumble!

Debris erupted into the sky.

A mushroom cloud bloomed, casting a shadow over the battlefield.

The sheer devastation shook even Hanzo's iron resolve.

But he had no time to catch his breath.

A sudden, overwhelming force tugged at him—an irresistible gravitational pull.

Hanzo reacted swiftly, drawing a long blade.

Clang!

He drove it into the ground, gripping the hilt tightly to anchor himself.

But his resistance was fleeting.

The pull intensified.

"Bansho Ten'in!" Nagato's voice thundered.

Hanzo was yanked toward him, helpless against the Rinnegan's power.

Unable to mount a defense, he hurtled forward.

A black rod gleamed in Nagato's hand, its tip razor-sharp.

Crack!

The rod pierced Hanzo's chest with a sickening thud.

"Relic of a dying era," Nagato snarled, "go meet the Reaper God. As a god myself, I'll lead the Rain Village and the Land of Rain to peace. The Five Great Nations? They'll be nothing but dust."

His rippled Rinnegan blazed with cold fury.

To Nagato, Hanzo was already a corpse.

But then, a puff of white smoke engulfed Hanzo's body.

When it cleared, a wooden log lay impaled by the rod.

"Substitution Jutsu?" Nagato hissed.

That cunning old fox!

From their brief clash, Hanzo had gleaned the truth.

This red-haired brat wielded the Rinnegan's powers—gravity to repel, attraction to pull.

The kunai scattered earlier were proof of his repulsive force.

The pull that had just ensnared Hanzo confirmed his ability to draw enemies in.

This was no ordinary foe.

But Nagato's crippled legs gave Hanzo confidence.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"

"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"

Hanzo unleashed a combined ninjutsu without hesitation.

The wind fueled the flames, amplifying their ferocity into a roaring inferno.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blazing torrent surged toward Nagato.

"Tch, pathetic," Nagato scoffed.

Combined ninjutsu? Child's play before the Rinnegan.

He raised one hand skyward.

The Preta Path activated, and Hanzo's fire and wind were swallowed whole, absorbed into Nagato's chakra.

Hanzo's jaw dropped.

Absorbing ninjutsu? He'd never seen such a thing.

Did this mean all ninjutsu were useless against the Rinnegan?

No, one exchange wasn't enough to be sure.

But Nagato gave him no time to strategize.

"Summoning Jutsu!"

A pack of massive, multi-headed dogs materialized, their eyes glinting with malice.

These were no ordinary beasts—cursed with immortality, they'd persist as long as Nagato's chakra flowed.

He didn't stop there.

More summons appeared—grotesque creatures, alive and ravenous.

"What kind of summons are these?" Hanzo muttered, stunned.

He'd never encountered anything like them.

"Lightning Release: Thunderbolt Strike!"

"Earth Release: Mud Wall!"

Hanzo unleashed a barrage of attacks, desperate to fend off the beasts.

But no matter how he struck, the dogs refused to die.

"Damn it, what kind of summons are these?" he cursed.

The truth dawned on him.

The key was the summoner himself—Nagato.

Nagato seized the moment.

"Shinra Tensei!"

A wave of repulsive force slammed into Hanzo, followed by another.

The summons lunged, tearing at him in a coordinated assault.

Hanzo's body was battered, bruised, and bloodied.

But Nagato held back from landing a killing blow.

Hanzo had murdered Konan, Yahiko, and the Akatsuki.

Death was too kind for him.

Nagato wanted to savor his suffering, to make him beg for a release that would never come.

Torture was his only pleasure now.

Death wasn't the worst fate—living in endless agony was.

Hanzo collapsed into a pile of rubble, his body screaming in pain.

His organs felt like they were rupturing.

The Rinnegan's power was monstrous.

If Nagato weren't immobile, Hanzo would already be dead.

No, he realized something worse.

Nagato's immobility didn't matter.

The red-haired demon was toying with him.

Him—a demigod, leader of the Rain Village—reduced to a plaything?

Hanzo had dreamed of claiming the Rinnegan.

Now, he saw the truth.

He couldn't win. Not now, not ever.

Escape was his only option.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

Hanzo split into dozens of clones, each sprinting in a different direction.

Some might question whether Shadow Clone Jutsu was exclusive to the Leaf Village.

Other nations used earth clones, water clones, and the like.

But history told a different story.

During the Third Great Ninja War, a Rock Village jonin had used Shadow Clone Jutsu against Kakashi's Chidori, only to fall to the Yellow Flash, Minato Namikaze.

Shadow Clone Jutsu wasn't unique to the Leaf—it was just a tool.

Nagato saw through Hanzo's ploy.

He knew the old man was fleeing.

But with his legs useless, pursuit was impossible.

He unleashed Bansho Ten'in, pulling at the clones.

One by one, they burst into clouds of smoke.

All shadows—no substance.

Hanzo had slipped away.

Nagato gritted his teeth.

If his legs worked, Hanzo would be a corpse.

He recalled his reincarnated self in the war—sealed by Itachi's Totsuka Blade because he couldn't move.

He'd stood still, a sitting target.

Now, watching Hanzo escape, Nagato was powerless.

But the battle had awakened something.

The Rinnegan revealed a new power: the ability to craft puppets from corpses, each imbued with one of its paths.

Nagato christened himself Pain.

He would carry this agony forever.

Yahiko's body would become Deva Path Pain, the leader of his Six Paths.

These puppets would act as his limbs, his will made manifest.

A figure emerged from the earth—Zetsu.

Space warped, and a masked man appeared.

Uchiha Obito, alongside his enigmatic ally.

They'd been watching from the shadows.

The Gedo Statue's summoning was exactly what they'd hoped for.

The vessel for the tailed beasts was in play.

Now, they needed only to collect the Seven-Tails.

Then, they could move against the Leaf Village and its Hokage.

Nagato, a Rinnegan wielder, was a prize.

Obito knew he could rival even his former teacher, Minato.

Nagato hadn't joined them yet.

But Obito understood pain.

He was certain Nagato would align with their cause.

"Who are you?" Nagato demanded, his voice sharp.

He was on edge.

Summoning the Gedo Statue had drained him.

Fighting Hanzo and his army had pushed him to the brink.

All he wanted was rest.

These two radiated danger.

If they were enemies, he was in deep trouble.

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